Thursday, April 18, 2013

The challenge of keeping kids engaged.

It is tough keeping today's kids engaged in a constructive way. Which means, TV is not an option. Infact there was a study done recently which indicated that too much of TV viewing can potentially impact the behaviour of kids so much that the chances of them turning criminals on growing up was high.

And unlike our generation when TV was the only big deal, today's kids have a plethora of similar options that lead them to be sedentary. Aman for instance has his own laptop (my Dad's hand-me-down) and also a Nabi2 tablet. Am sure most kids today have access to better tablets like the iPad.

Ofcourse it is not like the kids don't want to engage in games or other physical activity. Just that either they don't have companions to play with, like in the case of Aman or the parents themselves are so busy with the demands of life that they don't have time to engage the kids.

To be frank, it is strenuous to engage kids and I know this from experience of playing football / cricket / pittu  and other games that I make up myself (like hitting a bottle with a ball) with Aman, and which lately Ishaan also joins. For one, all the game equipment is kid-size and it is not fun to play cricket with a 1-feet long plastic bat that is almost weightless (for adults) and a plastic ball. Ofcourse this is more than made up for by the satisfaction you seen on the kid's faces.

So, it was another weekend when the kids wanted to do something out in the yard. And there was Amy too in the group. I rack my brains and think of putting a swing on the tamarind tree in the yard. I have the rope, but I need a flat piece of wood for the seat. I am searching on the terrace for one that would be suitable, but without success. And that is when my eyes fell on the just-replaced tyre of our Suzuki Swift. Like any true Indian, we never throw such stuff away thinking it will be needed some time, though usually that time never comes.

Anyway, in this case, the tyre was the perfect fit for my problem and the swing is ready. Ofcourse Aman is hesitant since it is not easy to get on a tyre-swing. Amy being the fearless girl she is, cooly jumps onto it and is having fun swinging.

Now Aman's male ego takes a hit and he is now a little more open to the idea and finally gets the hang of it. Ishaan by nature is fearless and open to any challenge and cooly gets on to it with my help and while Aman is squealing when I push the swing, he is just having fun.

As they would say in the old MasterCard advertisement :
     5 metres of plastic rope : Rs30
     An old tyre : free
     Seing the smile on the kid's faces : Priceless. 

There are somethings that money can't buy. For everything else, there is imagination. 

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Finally an investment in realty

Though I would like to think of myself as a balanced investor with a judiciously diversified portfolio, the one  investment that eluded me was real-estate. Not that I did not make an effort. I started looking around for a good plot / flat in Chennai in the early 2000s, but inspite of looking over various options, I never came around to actually buying anything. Colleagues who started the search with me then, today own 2-3 homes at a minimum.

And it was sometime mid-2012 that I decided to lock-in to the 9.5cents plot (with an old home on it) adjacent to our home in Kerala. This plot has been for sale for years, but never got any buyer for 2 reasons. The seller always wanted ridiculously more than what the going rate was. And more importantly, the L-shaped plot (wider part at the rear and narrow part on the road-side) had a temple adjacent to it, which kept buyers of all religions away. 

Understandably, the Muslims and Christians kept away because they would not want to have a temple in front of their home. But what surprised me was that even the Hindus kept away. Primarily because they felt that they might incur the wrath of the diety (Bhima of Pandava fame) if they cooked non-veg in the vicinity of his abode. Which is funny because I don't think Bhima was a vegetarian anyway. And more importantly, in Kerala since the Hindus usually cremate their deceased in their plot itself, there was the fear of how the deity would take to this defiling of his surroundings. 

Anyway, our current home has been sharing a wall with the temple for as long as I can remember and we have no issues with that. So there was nothing stopping us from buying the plot. More importantly, if someone did overcome their fears and ended up buying the property, they would demolish the existing home and the new one would be built too close to our home for comfort. 

Unlike Chennai were homes share walls, we in Kerala are used to living in big plots without having nosey neighbours too close. Our home stands on around an acre of land with our neighbours also having their homes on similar large plots. So for that strategic reason alone, the plot was worth it. And after some hectic bargaining and encashing many FDs, I finally became the owner of a plot of land on 20th September 2012. 

Some snaps of how the plot and the home on it looked like when we bought it. Snaps taken from the terrace of our home. Please note that the home was built sometime in 1962, with one room at the front having a concrete roof (a big deal in those times) and the rest of the home having tiles on the roof. 

You can see the roof of the temple in the snap below at bottom-left corner. The whole place was overrun with shrubs/weeds, which we cleared and the resulting space was promptly taken over by Sheena for starting a kitchen garden - more on that in another post. 

The front view of the home, as seen from the road.

Another frontal snap in which to the right you can see part of the temple. 

The roof being renovated completely. A key thing in Kerala where it rains round the year. 

The initial thought was to demolish the old home, but then we thought it better to give it a new lease of life by doing a complete renovation, which in hindsight turned out to be a big task, both in terms of effort and cost. We started with repairing the leaky roof - changed all the rotten wood on the roof and false-ceiling, replaced the broken tiles, patched up the chipped away concrete, had new doors and windows made by a carpenter, built a wall linking our home and the new plot and cordoning off the temple (Bhima got a compound wall free). And finally applied a few coats of paint (awesome color selection by Sheena). Anyway, the end-result was totally worth the money spent. 

Front-view as it looks today. 


Another view of the front, with the temple also in the picture. 


A view of the home as seen from our backyard. 

So, 4-months after buying it and spending 2lakhs+ on renovation, I now have real-estate also in my portfolio, though quite late in the day. Atleast better late than never. 

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

An Edison in the making ?

One of the standard chores on my list for every weekend at Kerala is to water the banana-plants and coconut saplings that we are cultivating on a small plot of land that we have. This is one of 2 plots that we have offsite - that is, a little away from the plot where our home is located, the other one being alongside the river. This one is around 400 metres from where our we stay and half of it is high land where we have the coconut and banana plants with tapioca cultivated in between them, while the rest is low-lying field suitable for paddy cultivation.

Usually, Kerala has rains almost round the year and there would be no need to water the plants. But 2012 has been pretty bad as far as rains go and in the last 5-6 months, we have not had any rain except for one or two days. Infact everyone in Kerala is predicting a severe drought due to lack of rains. There is an irrigation canal running alongside our plot which ideally should have helped our cause, but for the fact that no one has ever seen water flowing through it. While it was built years ago to help the farmers, the only folks who benefitted were the contractors, local authorities and the politicians.

Thus the need to draw water from a small pit I dug in the low-lying field to irrigate the plants. With each passing week, the water-table level goes down and I need to dig the pit a little more deeper to get water. So the usual routine is for me, Sheena, Aman and Ishaan to ride out their in the Scooty with a spade, couple of buckets and some snacks/water for the kids. When they are in town, Divya / Dany / Amy also join us - a snap below of them playing in our field when they had come home for the X'mas vacation and had joined us. 



A snap of the plot, with the grassy patch in the foreground being the low-lying part and in the background you can see the higher-land with banana-plants, coconut saplings and older coconut trees. If you look closely to the right-edge of the snap, you can see Aman walking on the canal.


Aman usually loves coming to the "canal land" as he calls it (the other one being "river land") since he can walk/run along on the canal or in the fields. But last week when we are getting ready to go there, he says he can't join as he has a "meeting". Since I have been working from home atleast once a week since the time he was born, meetings and calls are part of his vocabulary. 

"Aman, why don't you come with us to the canal-land ? We need you to engage Ishaan."

"I am not coming, since I have a meeting now."

"Meeting ? What meeting do you have and with whom ?"

"It is an "Invention meeting". So I am not coming with you."

"Invention" is another term that has got into his vocabulary and he is trying hard to "invent" something. He draws some fancy sketches and tries to explain the hi-tech functionality to us who are not as intellectually blessed as him. He mentions engines and power and what not. Anyway, we don't want to be obstacles in what could potentially be the next path-breaking innovation and move on. Because, he could be the next Edison, for all we know. 

Friday, January 25, 2013

Political doublespeak and hike in fares (long-pending)

So, finally the Indian Railways hiked passenger fares in all classes / segments. Though this is going to hurt me the most (due to spending 2 nights every week on trains), I should say this was long overdue. I guess the fares in lower classes have remained the same for years now and with input costs rising over the years, it would be bad financial sense to not hike the fares.

New fares came into effect from 22-Jan-2013 and the journey to Kerala that I make today would be the first one with the new fares. Instead of the Rs.316 (+10 for Netbooking) that I have been paying for years, I will now have to shell out Rs.365 (+10) which is a 15% increase. The suburban train fares also have been increased and instead of the Rs4 I used to pay for a Nungambakkam - Park ticket, it is now Rs5.   Fair enough.

However, it was hilarious to see the front page of the newspaper, the day after the hike was announced.

It was hilarious to see the Tamilnadu CM (Ms.Jayalalitha) protesting the hike saying it is not fair. More so because after having come to power in the state a year or so ago, she had herself raised the prices of anything that was in state control - be it milk or electricity or bus fares.  So now to crib about hike in rail fares that have remained stagnant for almost a decade would be illogical. Ofcourse again she did not have much of a choice in those decisions since allround inflation meant that production costs went up and the only way to stay afloat would be to hike prices.

I would not mind paying double or even more, if they could do something about speeding up the trains. Currently the 800kms takes me 13 hours to cover. The Shinkansen (Bullet train) that we took in Japan to visit a customer covered the same distance in 3 odd hours. OK, I am not asking that kind of speed. But atleast if they could do the distance in 7-8 hours it would have been great. If so, the train could leave Chennai at 11PM or so and reach my place by 6 in the morning. Same for the return leg. This would give me enough time to wind up work on Fridays, get on the train, have a nice sleep and be able to spend the 2 full days of the weekend with fmaily. Ah, if wishes were horses, software engineers would fly !!!

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Living the experience again. And loving it.

With Ishaan growing up, the whole experience is akin to re-living Aman's early childhood. Only difference is that while Aman was a docile kid (still is), Ishaan is more adventurous, keeping all of us on our toes as he goes about climbing chairs/tables/ladders and running all over the place. Other than that, the similarities are very evident. And looks like in some cases, we need to again find a solution to a problem that we had fixed earlier with Aman. 

Last Monday I am returning from Kerala to Chennai after spending the weekend there as has been the norm for almost all weekends for the past 5 years since Aman was born. My parents, Sheena and the kids are in the car to drop me at the railway station. I take my bags from the car and as I wave my goodbye, I hear wailing inside the car. Ishaan is crying his lungs out repeating "Ba-ba", which is how he says "Papa". 

It was the same with Aman too. He would cry when seeing me off and then as I posted here, when my Mom explained the whole situation to him, he understood and never cried again. Being the first kid and the accompanying novelty of being a father for the first time, I was very close to Aman and thus I could understand his dismay when I vanished for 4-5 days after spending the weekend with him. 

Ishaan, on the other hand is more of a Mama's boy and I also got less time to spend with him since I needed to spend time with Aman. It was only recently during the 11-day long year-end vacation that me and Ishaan got a chance to bond and since then "Ba-ba" has been on his lips quite often. Often enough to even make Sheena slightly jealous that he craves my attention more than hers. :-) 

So, guess it is time to sit down Ishaan and make him understand that the farewell is temporary and that I will be back in a few days. Ofcourse, this is easier said than done, since he is very different from how Aman was at that age, I really doubt he will understand. Anyway, no harm in trying, I guess !!! 

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

There's something about X'mas. And Diwali. And Holi.

The 1st week of December is the time to bring out the X'mas tree, set up the crib and last but not the least, put up the X'mas star. Till Aman came along, we would only have the star and never bothered about a tree or crib. But for the past 4 years I have been spending time on setting up the tree and also a crib, since kids usually like this part.

As me and Aman started working on the tree and crib, I see the same activity happening in the home opposite ours. Nothing odd about it, other than the fact that they are Hindus. In Kerala, it is pretty common to see the star hanging in Hindu homes, but not many bother about a tree. In this case, again I believe it could be due to the presence of a kid in the home. And possibly in part due to the enthusiasm of the kid's father who married into this family.

X'mas with its stars / cakes / carols / wine / trees / Santa Claus etc has in it something that attracts most people and in general heightens the mood of the festive season for everyone. And it does not really matter whether you believe in the story or not. Same with Diwali where the sweets / crackers / new-clothes ensure that even non-Hindus get into the mood of the festival. Same goes for Holi too, where the fun and frolic with vibrant colors is something that is attracting.

Having grown up in North-India, Diwali and Holi were among the festivals that we enjoyed and celebrated the most. The fact that these were not X'ian festivals was irrelevant. Kerala does not really have Diwali, but I do make it a point to get some sparklers and small crackers during Diwali so that Aman / Ishaan have an idea about this festival. Holi is something I would like to celebrate with the kids, especially because Aman expressed an interest in celebrating this. But as far as Kerala is concerned, this festival does not even exist. Next time, need to pick up some colors from Chennai. 

Thursday, November 08, 2012

Quickest way to picking up a new language ?

On weekdays, Aman has to wake up atleast by 6AM so as to be able to catch the school-bus that arrives at our gate around 7:35AM.   Like me, he also loves sleep, especially early in the morning and when I see how tough it is for him to get up in the morning, I would wish his school started a little later in the day. To make up for the early rising on weekdays, we usually let him sleep a little late on weekends / holidays.

So, last Sunday, he is in bed even at 8AM and Sheena comes over to wake him (and me) so that we can get to church in time for the Sunday mass. The hot tea she brings along lures me to wake up, but Aman is still reluctant to get up. When Sheena insists he get up, he replies in chaste/fluent Hindi, "Mujhe aur thoda sone do, Ma", which would translate to "Please let me sleep a little more, Mom".

And when she reminds him (in Malayalam) that if he wakes up, he can go play in the mound of river-sand that we have in the yard for some construction work, he replies again in fluent Hindi, "Woh to mein bhool hi gaya" (Oh, I completely forgot about that) and jumps out of bed.

He has not started learning Hindi at school. And while me and my parents are fluent in the language, we never use it at home. So, when he started speaking fluent Hindi of late, it initially came as a surprise to us. And the strange thing is that there is no trace of accent in his Hindi, though he normally speaks Malayalam at home and thus I would expect his Hindi to have a Mallu-influence.

We traced the source of his learning to some kiddie serials he is glued in on TV. These are Japanese serials dubbed in Hindi and me/Sheena mostly find it useless content-wise. The characters have names like Kitretsu, Butta Gorilla, Kurasoke etc and this airs on HungamaTV channel I believe. We would see Aman glued to the TV, occasionally laughing at the jokes and would wonder what he understood, since he knew no Hindi. But looks like he not only understands the content, but in the process has picked up a new language too.

I have always believed that the best way to learn a language was to speak it. That was how I picked up Tamil, when I was thrown into a group of Tamil-speaking guys at Engineering college. I never imagined that one could pick up a language by watching TV content in that language. Funny thing is that he also watches quite some kiddie serials in English, but does not speak English that well. Go figure !!!

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

WYSIWYG - not really

Last Thursday was a classic case of What You See Is What You Get (WYSIWYG) being proven wrong.

I had left for work early around 8AM. The cyclone Nilam had passed by Chennai the previous night, but thankfully had spared Chennai any major destruction. While some trees got uprooted all around the city, thanks to the cops and Chennai Corporation officials, the roads have been cleared and the drive was smooth.

As I enter Haddows Road, a bike overtakes my car and perched behind the guy driving the bike is a young woman in saree. Very petite, prim with saree draped properly - in short, the perfect Indian woman image for most guys. As I get onto Nungambakkam High Road, the couple are still in front of me. Since he is riding like a typical Chennai biker (weaving in and out of lanes), I lose them briefly, only to see them at the next signal.

As we approach the traffic light at Landmark, I think I saw a whiff of smoke come out from between them. My first thought is that the guy is smoking while riding and more importantly when he has a woman seated behind. But he is wearing a helmet, a full-face helmet at that with vizor, so would be tough to smoke through that. And then I see our fair lady bring the ciggie to her mouth, take a deep drag and puff out smoke like a seasoned smoker.

She takes a few more drags and flicks the butt away. I am caught by surprise, to say the least. It is not that I have not seen women smoking. Have seen lots of them smoking in EU / US - infact in EU, there used to be more women smoking in the office smoking-zone than men. Heck, even in conservative Chennai, this is not a rare sight. Since our office building also houses a call-centre, it is a pretty common sight to see the women employees of the call-centre come down to the basement for a cig-break with the guys.

But it always is kinda odd, if not disconcerting, to see a woman draped in a saree smoke. 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

25 years of Nayagan

It was by sheer luck today that I chanced upon last Sunday's (21-Oct) supplement (Magazine) of  The Hindu.  The cover page had an article written by Kamal Haasan on the interesting incidents around the making of the iconic Tamil movie "Nayakan". Apparently it was exactly on 21st October 25 years ago that Nayagan was released.

Wow, already 25 years. Seems like yesterday. In 1987, I was doing my 2nd year Pre-degree at Kerala and over the past one year since we moved to Kerala (after spending time in Western and Eastern India), was getting exposed to Malayalam cinema, which was at its best during that period. Since Dad was working at Chennai then, we used to visit Madras often and knew rudimentary Tamil, but were not really fluent.

While Tamil cinema had its masters like K.Balachander, Bharatiraja, Balu Mahendra etc who offered brilliant movies, the average Tamil movie of the time was run of the mill stuff, loud and crude. So Nayagan came in as a breath of really fresh air, in the way it was directed, the music and the performance by all the actors involved.

One of the scenes that still stays in memory is of a waif-like and cute Saranya in the brothel, asking Kamal to not leave till morning, lest the madam send in another customer, which will not let her study for her exams. That was the 1st time I knew of an actor called Saranya and I still remain a fan of the lady's facial beauty. And I am sure the very act of a man marrying a prostitute, which till then would have been unimaginable for most men, would have become acceptable for many, after this movie.

A must-read article if you like cinema or Kamal or Nayagan or all three. You should be able to find the article online in The Hindu's archives. And if you have not seen Nayagan yet, there could be no better time than in it's Silver Jubilee year to rent a DVD and watch the classic. If you did not know, Nayagan figures in the Time magazine's All-Time 100 greatest movies. The only other Indian movies to figure in the list being Guru Dutt's Pyaasa and Satyajit Ray's "The Apu Trilogy".

P.S.: Until today when I was "researching" Mani Ratnam for this article, I did not know that his 2nd movie was in Malayalam - a film called Unaru (Wake up). Neither did I know that he started his film career in Kannada with the movie "Pallavi Anu Pallavi". 

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

There's a reason God entrusted child-rearing to women.


A news item in the paper couple days back reported a woman in Alappuzha (my home district in Kerala)
causing the death of her kid by spinning the infant in the washing machine. The reason she gave for doing
so was interesting - since the birth of the kid, she did not get to sleep properly !!!

While the report mentions her to be slightly mentally challenged, the reason she gave cannot be ignored as
trivial. Humans need sleep as much as they need food and lack of sleep can have disastrous consequences.
I still remember the drive back from Velankanni to Chennai few months ago, when I was so sleepy that I
could not stay awake at the wheel.  I am only a few hundred kms from Chennai, but sleep had so tightly
overpowered me that I could not stay awake. I would stop the car, wash my face with cold water, have a
cigarette/coffee, but as soon as I got behind the wheel, I would feel sleepy in the next few minutes. It took
innumerable such pit-stops before I reached Chennai and heaved a huge sigh of relief.

Now that was just because I had limited sleep for the past 2 days. Now imagine going without proper sleep
for a year. And add to it the routine of managing a household, taking care of an infant and making sure the
elder one is got readied for school every weekday at 7:45AM ? I can't even imagine myself doing all that,
without a proper night's sleep.

As Ishaan turned 1 year old on 22nd August, it marked a year of little or no sleep for Sheena. Unlike Aman,
who used to sleep like a baby (literally), Ishaan seems to revel in limited sleep. In the year past, we have
never seen him sleep for hours like kids his age would normally do. Apart from the fact that getting him to
sleep at night was an ordeal in itself, almost no night went by without him waking up crying atleast 5-6 times,
which means Sheena has to get up, feed him and get him back to sleep. And by the time she does manage to
catch a few winks, the 5AM alarm would go off as a signal for her to start the day so that she can get things
ready for Aman to catch his 7:35AM school-bus.

Last Saturday night was a sleepless one for both of us in the train to Chennai as Ishaan was crying all night.
For some strange reason, a night in an a/c train sets off this fever in him and this added to his crying. At
home, I would maybe wake up a couple times at most and give Sheena some moral support and then go to
sleep. But in the train, since the crying would be disturbing for others, I also stayed awake for most of the
night, helping her by taking Ishaan out of the a/c area and trying to put him to sleep.

Sunday night was no different though now we are at home in Chennai. The fever which had subsided during
the day, reared up at night and though I did manage a few hours of sleep, it was way below my usual quota,
leaving me tired during the day at work. All this for just 2 nights of lost sleep. Gave me a new perspective
into what Sheena must have been going through for the last 1 year and still not even chiding the kid.

I am sure I would have flipped my lid on day 2 itself. Which explains why God felt men could not be entrusted with child-rearing. :-)

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Blessings of life

Over the years past, I have learnt that while money is indeed required to be able to live well, it's value is way low in the actual scheme of things. I have learnt that it helps more to have good friends, a caring family, peace of mind at home and more such things to which we cannot put a monetary value.

And today when he becomes 1 year old, what more should Ishaan need than a loving and caring brother who truly wishes him all the best on his 1st Birthday. Check out the video.

                                                Happy Birthday Ishaan !!!
And may God bless you always, part of which is evident in the loving brother you have. 

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Thinking out of the veil !!!

This came in the last issue of "The Week" magazine and caught my interest for the sheer brilliance of the idea.

Apparently, Kemal Ataturk Pasha, who was the 1st President of Turkey, was against the idea of women wearing purdah. However, he was aware that banning the veil in a Muslim country was only going to fan anger/discontent/resistance and not help in any way.

So, he instead applied psychology and declared that purdah was optional for all Turkish women, but that it was compulsory for prostitutes.   Veils vanished off the streets almost immediately. :-)

What an idea, Kemal-ji !!!

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Mea Culpa - a confession with a twist, by Aman

In the last year or a little more than that, Aman has been throwing tantrums for very small things, thus getting
on Sheena's nerves. More so because she is already overloaded with taking care of  Ishaan (who is currently
in a cling-to-Momma mode), getting Aman to school and other work at home. And usually these sessions
happen when she is getting him ready for school or when he is back from school.

Reasons could be as simple as "the tucked-in school shirt is not fully tucked-in as per his expectation, with
a wee bit peeping out" or "he wants to wear red pants with yellow t-shirt, which we think would make him
look like Salman Khan (yuck)" or "while the tomato-rice she packed for lunch that day was good, it had the
skin of tomato or its seeds in it, inspite of his making it clear the previous day that he hates it".

Though the reasons seem trivial, we see in it a possible hint of sibling rivalry or jealousy. While he loves
Ishaan, we reckon that sometimes he feels everyone is more bothered about Ishaan. And in the last month
or so, this is partly true to. Reason# 1 being that Ishaan has started taking baby steps to walk with support
from tables/chairs etc, which means he sometimes loses his balance and falls. So all of us are a little careful
about him. Reason# 2 is that for some strange reason he is now very clingy to Sheena and does not let her
leave his side for even a second when awake.

Anyway yesterday evening on return from school, the reason was tomato-skin in the rice and he flopped on
the sofa. Assuming he is tired after a hectic day at school, Sheena lets him be and goes out to the swing in
our front-yard and spends some time with Ishaan - basically laughing / playing with him. Not sure if the
mother-son bonding got to him or what, but he starts off on his tantrum spree. Finally, Sheena takes a small
twig and gives him 1 beating which calms him up. As a rule, we don't hit him as we believe the rod should
be the last resort.

Anyway later, when the 3 of them are sitting on the swing, Sheena decides to do a talk session with Aman.
Basically she tells him how with both of them being kids, she needs to ensure that they are doing things right
and which apart from her other chores keeps her busy and if he starts off his tantrums, then it becomes too
difficult for her.

Aman is all attention and finally says, "Amma, it is all my fault."

Sheena is estatic as it seems like he has understood his fault. After all correction starts with understanding
and accepting one's fault.

And he continues, "It's all my fault, because it was me who asked God for a kid brother."

Basically his implication is that if there were only 1 kid, there would not be so much load on Mom and since
it was his request that led to God giving us Ishaan (as he believes now), the whole fault is his.

Can't fault this logic, can you ? :-)

P.S.: Incidentally it is close to a year since I last posted here. Hope I am more regular henceforth. 

Monday, August 22, 2011

New addition to the family

On 22-Aug-2011, we welcomed another member to our family. While we were hoping for a girl, God decided we would be better off with another boy. Aman is thrilled though - he said, he now has someone to play cricket with. Though he got sad when we told him that it would be some time before the baby started even walking, let alone play cricket.

Sleeping blissfully on the hospital bed, after keeping us all awake for 3 nights in a row.


All swathed in soft blue.


Aman watching the baby. Since it was him that wished for a baby brother/sister, we hopefully would not have to deal with any sibling rivalry here.



The 1st snap of the baby, as soon as it was born. Looks so much like Aman looked at birth.



We had girl names ready, since we were almost sure it would be a girl. Now, we need to start looking for boy names. For now, the kid would be called "Appu", as Aman used to address the baby even before it was born.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Thanmathra (Molecule) anyone ???

Last Sunday I am at home, helping my maternal aunt with her packing as she prepares to return back to Bhopal (where she is normally resident) after spending more than a month at Kerala with us. Among her luggage are two baby tortoises caught from the flooded fields behind our home. Her young grandson is an animal lover and wants to have these as pets at Bhopal. Apparently it would cost you 750 bucks to buy one at Bhopal.

I am packing a carton with all kinds of eatables when my niece Divya comes to me and asks, "Biju-uncle, what is the spelling of Giraffe?". I am amused at the question which I find to be trivial, given that it is an easy to spell the word, but I still answer, "G-I-R-A-F-F-E".

"Then why did you write it as G-I-R-A-F" on the puzzle pieces ?", she asks, while laughing.

I am quickly jolted to the context she is referring to. Some months ago I had bought Aman a set of 4 animal-based jigsaw puzzles, consisting of a camel, tiger, giraffe & hippopotamus. Aman is only learning to solve the easier puzzle and since the tougher ones (having more pieces) are a strain even for adults, I decided to mark the correct order of all 4 puzzles on the reverse of each piece as "TIGER 1 of 8"..... to "TIGER 8 of 8".

It seems Divya noticed this marking on the reverse and that is when she saw that I had spelt it as GIRAF. Now that she mentioned this, I tried to think back as to why I wrote the spelling wrong. But could not see any reason behind the spelling mistake. Being a person who is bothered about spelling/grammar even when sending an SMS, this seemed too silly a mistake to make.

Or, can it be written off as a mistake / oversight ? I hope this is not any indication of memory loss or even worse Alzheimers, like depicted in the 2005 Malayalam movie Thanmathra (meaning Molecule). This is a movie to be watched, given the awesome direction and superb acting by all involved, including Mohanlal who plays the pateint so convincingly. Get a DVD when you have couple of hours to spare. Subtitles would help those that dont know Malayalam.

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Rains @ Kerala - and stills that convey falling rain

I was at Kerala some weeks ago, combining the weekend with 2 days of work from home, when it was raining like crazy. While I do like the rains, it can become bothersome if you are working(power goes off, can't hear people over the phone due to the roar of the rains etc) and after a few hours of it, I could swear I was done with rains.

A Mallu colleague @ our Chennai office comes on the instant messenger and asks if it is raining. I tell him that nothing seems to be happening other than rain and I am sorta fed up. Ofcourse he being at hot Chennai, the idea of pouring rains makes him home-sick and the least he could do to satisfy his desire is to atleast see it pouring in a snap. He requests me to take a few snaps of the rain, which I am OK with, though I wonder how we can capture rains in a still photo.

Anyway, I step out onto the porch and take these 3 snaps, which I send to all the mallu-crowd at work. One of them replies, "Nice snaps. I could actually see the rains in your snaps and feel it sitting here". Posting below the snaps I took.

When it is raining, it is bliss to sit/lie on the swing, reading a book or drink a cup of tea/coffee.


This was taken around noon, but look how dark it has become.


Wish a still-photo could capture the swaying trees too. :-)

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Freak accidents that leave lifelong scars, which might never heal

Last Saturday I was at home at Kerala, when I hear the shrill-scream of a siren approaching. I assume it's an ambulance rushing someone to hospital, but when it rushes past our home, I see that it is a fire-truck, followed by a Police jeep at high speed with its alarm also blaring. While there is a fire-station in our town, fire-trucks on our roads are as rare a sight as an airplane in the sky above. I don't even remember any instance where there has been a fire that required a fire-truck to douse it. I forget about the fire-truck.

Later in the night, I am with some other friends celebrating the return of a friend from the Gulf, for good. I had played a major role in convincing this guy to quit his job there and start a garage of his own in our town - he would be earning less than what he is paid in the Gulf, but he would be happy being with his wife and kids, instead of only seeing them for a month every year on vacation. And life isn't all about money.

The talk veers to the fire-truck and it turns out that it was not about a fire at all. In a freak accident a 2-year old boy had fallen into the Achenkovil river that runs near my place and was missing. The sad thing was that the kid fell into the water, when his mother, cousin and uncle were near him.

The kid's uncle was dropping the group at the river bank at a place called Keecheril Kadavu (kadavu means the place where boats berth to pick up passengers) from where the Mom and kid were to board a boat across the river to her husband's home. While alighting from the bike, the mother hands over the kid to his 15-year old cousin. In a freak turn of events, the kid wriggled out of his cousin's hands and falls into the water. The cousin and mom jump in, though neither of them can swim. The uncle then rushes in and pulls out his sister and the young guy. Meanwhile, the kid has been carried away by the water (the river is in spate due to monsoons at Kerala). If the duo had not jumped in, maybe the uncle would not have had to waste time retrieving them from the water and could have concentrated on saving the kid.

Anyway, the kid is not traceable and hence the call to the fire-station. Meanwhile, the news has spread all over the place & there is a huge crowd where the incident happened. Search continues late into the night, but the kid is still not traceable, inspite of the efforts of the fire-station folks & local divers.

The next day (Sunday) , I have to catch the evening train to Chennai and like we usually do, me / Sheena / Aman ride around the neighborhood and reach the place where the incident happened. There still is some crowd there and couple of police jeeps. The crowd's attention is focussed on a group of young men in an inflatable raft. The men are from the Indian navy and called in from the Naval base at Cochin, some 100kms away. They have diving gear & are taking turns to search for the kid.


Back at Madras, I kept checking with folks at home about the kid and it seems the navy divers were also not able to trace the kid. The kid remained untraced on Monday too. Yesterday, a passer-by saw the body of the kid floating in the river, just 50ms from where he fell in. Looks like he got stuck in the thick grass/shrubs that grew in the river. In the snap below, you can see the shrubs at bottom-left.


It really pains to even think of what the kid would have suffered and more about the parents mourning their loss. Can't imagine how they can cope with this loss and bear this scar all life long. The Mom's a nurse at the local hospital, while the Dad was working in South Africa. They say time is the best healer, but I doubt if the parents would be able to forget this loss all their life.

In hindsight, we could say that a little care would have avoided the tragedy. But they had been doing this journey for years, since the lady works at a hospital across the river. So every day morning she would leave for work from her husband's home, cross the river, leave the kid at her parent's place which is near the hospital and go to work. After work, she would pick up her kid and her brother would drop her at the river bank and she would cross the river.

P.S. : I have been coming to Keecheril Kadavu from the time I was in college, mainly to dig into the hot tea and delicious bonda (a sweet snack) sold by a small shop there - tasted heavenly in the rainy evenings. Later I would come here with Sheena and Aman to watch the river flow by and spend some time with nature.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

It's easy to be composed when things are good. What you do in tough times is what matters

A couple of posts ago, I had mentioned about a friend who had called me up from Japan on my birthday. We had a long phone chat about the tough situation in Japan due to the quake/tsunami and how the people are coping. He was all praise for the Japanese who handled the situation calmly and in control. Which would be very unlike how we would have handled it. Infact even the US mishandled the Katrina debacle, inspite of being a so-called developed country etc.

A few days later, he sent out an email to friends/relatives which detailed all that he (and others in Japan) went through during the quake and tsunami. It is a long read, but makes for interesting reading and shows what separates the Japanese from the rest of us. Have quoted his email verbatim below.
You can also read it on his blog at http://muralimanikandan.blogspot.com/

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
From: Murali M
Sent: Wednesday, April 13, 2011 9:01 AM
Sub : Ordinary people's Extra-ordinary resolve

Dear All,

I tried to pen down the weekend after the devastating earth quake on march 11th 2011. As I was trying to write after a long long time, I found it difficult to articulate many things. Sorry if its too long.
--------------------------------------------------------------

I grew up hearing a lot of Japanese quality and religiously practiced punctuality. When I landed in Japan exactly 10 years back, I was surprised, the stories I heard when I was young, were true in every word and spirit. Its not just the people, but nature as well. The four seasons will take turns with such an accurate timing. March is usually the fag end of the winter, but in recent years, thanks to all of us all over the world, the climatic changes are too visible in Japan. Last year after 40 years, it snowed heavily in Tokyo during April. This year, there were snow falls in the beginning of march.

On March 11th, It was another routine bright Friday morning. I as usual was rushing to the meetings. After an unusually long break, I had a meeting in Ibaraki around 1 pm. I finished the morning meeting and rushed to Ueno station at around 10:40 am to take the 11 'o clock train. At the stroke of 11, Hitachi Super express heading towards Iwate in North eastern Japan started off with its first stop in Mito, followed by Katsuta some 150 KMs from Tokyo. I got off at Sawa and heading towards Sawa factory. Had the routine chat with my engineers and after the usual pleasantries with the purchase dept, the meeting started exactly at 1:00 pm. It went on for about 2 hours and at around 2:46 pm, there was a massive earth quake.

Earth quake is no stranger to Japan. We live with it, day in day out. Usually, it will be the ceiling and the hanging lamps that will show signs of quake. But, this one was different. The first signs were on the floor. And with every passing micro second, it multiplied manifold and the customer started panicking. I told him, that, isn't it usual and it will reside in seconds, isn't it? But, the customer shouted, NO... Its different. RUN... By Telling this, he just rushed outside pulling me along with him. We came out and were shocked to see the cars and the massive truck full of load staggering from side to side. That was when, I realized the gravity of the situation. Immediately, I turned to the building and was shocked to see that, the building started developing cracks and the walls started pulling apart. In the last 10 years, I have never seen such a massive earth quake. Usually, a quake will last for a few seconds, and the tremor lasting for a max of 10 or 12 secs. But, this one seemed to be never ending lasting for over 2 minutes. "Porumaikku udaranam, Boomi thaai. Adukku thann, en ponnukku Janani-nnu per vechen" aana, ava kovappatta, thaangadunnu annikku thaan unarden.

The employees of the company were visible shattered and were dumb stuck. One by one, they came rushing outside. Within seconds, they started asking every team and modules to assemble in their locations outside the office in the evacuation area. They asked everyone to check if the immediate member sitting next to him is there. Next, they asked them to check for the members in their row. They then asked them to stand in the same order that they sit in the office. And finally, they took a head count. This happened in seconds and they confirmed that every single member in the whole company which houses more than thousand employees were evacuated with no injuries to anyone.

While they were counting and were checking each other, a massive second quake hit and the building partially collasped. Computers and printers from the 4th floor were falling down. People started calling their families, obviously concerned about their family's well being. But the telephone network was completely jammed and blocked.

My family was in Tokyo, wife and kids were supposed to be back home from school by that time. But, I couldn't check. For over an hour, I was continuously trying. But, couldn't connect. Tried sending SMS, but in vain. And finally realized that the mail in my phone was working. No idea why the GSM was not working, but GPRS was. But, who cares, I sent a mail and she replied immediately. All three of us were safe. I realized the power of technology and the value of investing in an iPhone. I shared the GPS Location, shared pictures, videos etc in seconds. And above all, I could use VOIP application and call India. I called my parents, in laws and my brother about our safety as they will get to know within secs, thanks to the 24X7 TV channels. For the first time, I couldn't call my wife in Tokyo, but was able to talk to my family in India.

The radio in the cellphone was informing us about the earth quake and the areas that were affected. The earthquake occurred at 14:46 local time in the western Pacific Ocean, 130 km east of Sendai, Honshu, Japan. Its epicenter was 373 km from Tokyo. Multiple aftershocks were reported after the initial magnitude 9.0 quake. A magnitude 7.0 aftershock was reported at 15:06 local time, 7.4 at 15:15 local time and 7.2 at 15:26 local time. Over a thousand aftershocks of magnitude 4.5 or greater have occurred since the initial quake.
[Ref: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2011_Sendai_earthquake_and_tsunami] More than the total number of shocks that will happen in a decade.

So, I was there wondering what to do next? I had no idea of the scale of damage it had caused. Immediately, there were warnings of Tsunami and everyone was telling not to venture near sea shore or even upstream rivers, as this location was 8 kms from the sea.

I had 5 engineers working in Ibaraki. 2 had fortunately left a week back and there were 3 left. I thought, I should check their homes before I head back to Tokyo. I asked for permission from all the customer heads and took them to their houses. Their houses were ok in the exterior but were totally messed up in the interior. Everything was affected. The shower, mirror, kitchen, bedroom and even the door fell down. Thank god it was not at night and no one was sleeping there, or else, it would have fallen right on their forehead. There was no water, gas electricity. Everything was automatically triggered and was blocked to prevent any further damage due to fire. We thought, it is temperory and everything will resume in a few minutes.

And I told them that, If it is ok, lets go near station, look for a good restaurant, have good food and then, I will leave. It was a long walk for about an hour before we reached Katsuda station, which was a good 7 kms from there. And then only we realized that the trains are not working because they need to check the tracks completely before they resume operations. We tried for any bus or taxi, but none of them were ready, as none of them were sure about the status of roads and the bridges.

On the way to the station we realized that there may not be any restaurants and we tried to get something to eat for dinner in the convenience store. But, they were not working as they need power to use their register. We were desperately searching for one and finally found a small convenience store, they were working. B'cos they were using the age old technology... hand counting and no computers.

That night we spent around 9 to 10 hours on the streets. It was biting cold and the toes and fingers started paining from freezing. I usually like winter a lot for the cool breeze and the serenity it brings. But, that night changed my perception of winter. I understood the kind of winter life a homeless in Japan has. We found a hotel nearby and thought of checking in for the night. But, they were closed as there was no power. But they allowed us to sit in the lobby for the night. They even provided us with a blanket.

It reminded us of the nammalwar, Peyalwar and Boothathaalvar story. The blanket was enough to support one person with full comfort and luzury. With two, they can cover themselves from neck to toe. With three, they can barely manage to it and cover themselves from their hand to knee. We three were sitting and covering ourselves. In a few minutes, "Anda perumale vanda madiri, naalavada oruthan ulla nerukkaraan..." Ippadiyaga, anda irava kazhichom.

The receptionist in the hotel told that usually, there is a bus from Katsuda to Tokyo and the first bus leaves at 5:40 am. So, I didn't want to miss it as I had a class from 8 am in Tokyo on all weekends. I didn't sleep at all and at the stroke of 5:00, I took leave from the 3 guys and left to the bus stop. I waited there for over 2 hours. There was no sign of any bus. I inquired the police station near by and they told me that, the roads were broken, bridges crashed and the broken train tracks and above all the roof of the station itself crashed down last evening. And there is no way, I can leave now. That was when it really dawned on me and I started planning long term. I enquired if there is any evacuation area or any support available. The police man gave me directions for a near by elementary school. I went there.

It was like an oasis in the middle of the desert. There were a lot of people, food was available, water was in plenty and above all, we could use the blanket. I called the 3 guys and was glad that they were still there in the hotel lobby. I asked them to come there immediately. They came there in no time.

There were over more than 300 Japanese in the evacuation area. But, there was pin drop silence. People of all age group. kids, youngsters, elders ... But, none of them cried, no traces of pain or fear on their face. Immediately after the quake, the roads were flooded with people and cars. But, you can see the classic Japanese order and compassion there. The signals were not working due to power cut, but none of the automobiles moved. They restrained themselves from taking the "Me first attitude". It was an amazing view. At the junction, all the four sides were flooded with cars, but none of them moved. They requested the other side to take the first turn. This is the kind of next generation, I would love to build. Even if it takes decades together or even a rebirth, I would like to work towards this kind of a society in India.

Similarly at the evacuation center, the new born babies and the young mothers were put to utmost test. With the biting cold in the winter and a few fires to keep yourselves warm, there was nowhere for the young mothers to go secluded to feed their babies. In front of their fellow citizens, they were feeding and what can I say about this society? Words fail and heart takes over. I have never cried in my life, even when my beloved grandparents died. But, this scene pushed me to the brim of my inner strength. It was paining and was crying deep inside me. The country and the people who gave me everything were torn apart and were struggling for their basic needs... Forget about food and water, there was not even a safe warm place to cover themselves and feed their kids.

It was more than 20 hours I had my last meal and was feeling very tired, hungry and thirsty. And the sight of the food distribution at the evacuation center was like dream come true. We stood in line and when my turn came, they asked me, which one do you want? They were distributing plain rice and a mixed rice. As I was a vegetarian, I preferred the plain rice, even if there is nothing to mix. But, I was for a surprise, when the rice was ready made dry rice and if we put hot water, it will turn into hot fresh good smelling rice in minutes. But, due to lack of fuel, they had only this rice and cold water. They asked me to open the packet, remove the preservative and put a cup of cold water. Asked me to wait for 2 hours before it turns out to be rice. That was the longest wait for me in front of food. It was mouth watering and was left with no other choice but to wait. And after 2 hours, when I finally ate it, it was the most delicious food I ever tasted in my life. Amritham-na epdi irukkumnu annikku thaan therinjuthu...

Konjam kooda moonjiya sulikkaama, the ward office officials were distributing everything. I requested them for the price to pay. They said, that it is free and were very sorry that, they could only give this at this moment. They were preparing the toilet in the middle of the wonderful clean school ground. Dig a long wide hole and placed a couple of metal sheet to prepare a toilet. Split it into two with a flimsy white sheet and switched on a motor operated lamp. I offered to help them in digging. But they kindly refused and told me, that, we are very sorry for the inconvenience and at this moment, this is the toilet that they could provide.

All these were provided by the city ward office officials. A Panchayat equivalent of India. They knew how to handle such calamities and they were prepared for such a massive evacuation and support. There was total order and no one claimed any credit for doing it. Karnan-na pathi namma padikkarom, aana evvlo per kadaipidikkaromnu ketta theriyaadu. Aana, inga, idathu kai kodukkarathu valathu kaikku nejamaave theriyaadu. Anda madiri, every one did their part.

For example, the workers and owners from the super market brought their foods immediately and gave it to the officials. The officials just distributed it to everyone, with no favor or fear. No influence or bias towards any local or foreigner. The telephone companies especially the NTT, made the public telephone free. Again, you see an order in front of the public booth. Its free and you can use as much as you can. There is a huge line in front of it and people use it only to say hi and their where abouts to their family. No one took anything more than a minute. What a display of compassion towards other souls.

I have been to this place for over 5 years and have seen a particular old shop closed. But, suddenly, that day, it was open and an elderly lady was distributing some bread to the passers by. The convenience stores were giving their left over food for free. They could have charged a heavy price, but they didn't. There was a huge line for over a km in front of the petrol bunks. They could have charged a heavy price, but they didn't.

The third day after the quake, the city officials in the evacuation center were running out of supplies and were kind of looking out for more thro' each and every source. I realized that, its time we left and allowed the local people to get better care. But, the trains were still not yet ready, bus was not operating. The city official told that, it is going to be atleast a month's time before the trains start operating. So, we had to make our next move.

Also, the nuclear power plant just another 80 kms north of this evacuation center was fuming and this place started getting scary with the kind of information that was coming in. The bridges were damaged and the tracks were broken. So, the options left were to find a taxi that can take us to the location from where trains operate towards Tokyo. But, to get the taxi, we were told to walk to the next station that was some 10 kms away. So, I requested the 3 guys to get their passport and pack few of their dress and get ready to travel. I was planning to take them to my home in Tokyo.

They went ahead to their house to pack. I went in search of a taxi. After a while or walking and losing a few of them, I finally negotiated and got hold of a taxi. He was willing only to take us to a station called tsuchiura. If he travels too far, the risk of he not getting petrol to return back was high. So, He promised us only yo take till tsuchiura. Got on the taxi, went to their house. Picked them up and headed towards Tokyo.

This way, we changed taxi in the same way a couple of times and after 7 hours of travel, we reached a station called Toride, closer to Tokyo. Trains were operating from here. From here, we had another couple of transfers and reached my station Nishi-Kasai. From here, it was another 20 mintes walk and reached home - Sweet home after 10 hours of travel, the longest ever from Ibaraki to tokyo. We reached my home on Sunday night.

By the time I reached tokyo, I was in for a surprise. The roads and pipes in Tokyo were uprooted from the ground and it was the first time I could ever see my place in such a mess. But, on top of this, the nuclear scare had taken a different turn. All my fellow foreigners were planning to mass evacuate and go back to India. In the middle of all, the next morning was bright and sunny. I woke up to the sound of the kids in the near by kinder garnen, next to my home.

In the middle of chaos and foreigners fleeing, the kids displayed hope and the dawn of the next generation Japanese. I was reminded, Hope is the pillar that holds the world. How true, these kids had realized it, when are we going to?

In the whole, exercise, the display of order, process, patience, perseverance, tenacity and compassion was mind blowing. I have lived in this counrty for over a decade and I was all along thinking that, the salient feature of this country was analysis. They go to the root of every problem and always come out with a sustainable solution and was under the impression, that their strength was root cause analysis. But, I was proved wrong. The strength of this country is the patience. Patience at the face of adversity, the patience to undergo pain with a smiling face. If only, we can inculcate this to our next generation, we can be sure of having a sustainable future. Nothing can shatter us as a society / culture.

Best regards,
Murali M
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Reading too much into a name

I am riding the lift to the Pantry on the 8th Floor to have lunch when a young girl and 2 guys hop in at the 4th floor. From their looks & their behaviour, it is clear that they are fresh out of college and have been recruited from campus, their employer being one among the big three of Indian IT.

They are jabbering on in Hindi, most of which I ignore, till I hear them mention the name of my organisation. I am all attention now. The girl is animatedly telling about someone working in my organisation whom she came across earlier in the day and who had a last name of Khanna, which according to her falls in the same group/caste as Khatri to which she belongs. She also mentions about Khurana being another member of the group. The guys rib her about how she now has options available, for marriage.

I am not aware of anyone with a last name of Khanna in our organisation at Chennai. But then, with the headcount hitting 300 recently and me not being the type who is outgoing enough to go meet new joinees, it is possible that there is someone fitting that description. Anyway, I forget about it.

After lunch, we have a 4-hour workshop on MBTI (Myers-Briggs Type Indicator), involving a good deal of group-activity, and I come across the afore-mentioned Mr.Khanna (as indicated on his badge) in the group. But hey, he does not at all look like a North Indian, inspite of meeting the critical condition of being fair-complexioned. And to top it all, he speaks ultra-fluent Tamil.

I get a better look at his tag & see the last name of Sekar below his given name of Rajesh Khanna - on our tags, the surname is written below the given name. So, he is "Rajesh Khanna Sekar" and if my guess is correct, his Dad must be a big fan of the yesteryear Hindi-movie actor 'Rajesh Khanna' and would have named his son after the actor. Not very surprising in Tamilnadu, but obviously not something the Punjabi lass from up north could be aware of.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The nut and fruit of cashewnut - for the city slickers

Last Friday, me and Aman were returning from the railway station after dropping Sheena, who had to catch a train to Cochin on work. I am in the midst of answering one of his many queries (he is in a want-to-know-it-all age, with loads of queries), when I notice something fallen on the roadside. After a quick check in the rear-view mirror to confirm that there are no vehicles behind me, I park by the side of the road, ask Aman to stay put and go pick this up.


For those of you whom cashewnut is something that you pick up in a tin from the supermarket, this is the raw nut attached to the fruit. The fruit is edible, but kinda sour in taste - I believe its main use is in making Feni - the Goan brew. This fruit-nut combo used to be a common sight in our yard at Kerala some 15 years ago when we had a few cashewnut trees. Strangely I somehow don't seem to remember when these trees were felled, as today there is not even a single tree standing.

The cashew tree (or is it plant) is not very tall and has sturdy branches which make it easy to climb and as kids I remember climbing the tree with my siblings and cousins. The trees used to bear quite some fruit and we used to pluck the nuts and roast it over a fire in the yard, till they turned black. Then the nuts were removed from the fire and broken open to access the sweet tasting kernel inside.

At one of these nut-roasting sessions during the annual school vacations (May-June) that we spent in Kerala every year, I came close to losing eyesight in one eye. When put in the fire, these nuts spray out a kind of secretion. It seems I was not careful enough and leaned too close to the fire, thereby taking a hit in the eye - bang in the pupil itself. If it were not for my Dad who in the evening noticed me continously blinking one eye, I would most probably have ended blind in one eye.

He rushed me immediately to the doctor who did some minor surgery (to basically scrape off the offending secretion from the eye). Post the surgery, we had to go every morning for a month or so to the hospital to have the wound cleaned and medicine applied. This medicine would end up leaving a bad taste in my mouth for which Dad would get me a tall glass of lemonade, which was a big treat in those days. :-)

Anyway, the main purpose of picking up the fruit/nut was to show/educate Aman, but for some strange reason, he was not in the least interested. Infact, he found it strange that I should pick up this from the road and kept insisting that I throw it out.

Cashew Trivia :
Am not sure how much truth is in this rural legend, but it surely is interesting to hear. There is this story about how the nut came to be called cashewnut. It seems, centuries ago, when the British (or was it Portuguese) came to the Kerala coast, they saw these nuts being sold in the marketplace and out of curiousity, ask the seller what these are called. Since the native does not understand English, he assumes that the white man is asking the price of the nuts and replies "Kaashinu ettu", which is Malluspeak for "Eight nuts for a Kaashu". A 'Kaashu' being a small denomination of money in use then. White man assumes that the name is "Kaashinettu", which gets anglicised as Cashewnut.